In the mirror, I see Gene
Deep within my naïve face
Darkish hair, and shaven clean
Hide an anxious mind at race
Overthinking second thoughts
Begging comrades to approve
Analyzing “ifs” and “oughts”
With the eyes that seldom move
On the window, I see Nick
Sheltered by my furrowed brow
Chasing life with actions quick
Striving to embrace “the now”
Tenant of a lonely place
Witness of the truths and lies
Found in bastions of disgrace
Or, perhaps, a dollar’s eyes
Under moonlight I see George
Ears closed tight, mouth open wide
Recitations carefully forged
Crafted to in hope confide
Struggling to discomfit conscience
Stone in heart, and gun in hand
Blinking twice, and without cautions
Livin' off the fat o' lan'
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